[By Yato's estimation the kids in those books might get it better than he does!
For those glorious few seconds he does indeed enjoy basking in the warmth of Hiyori's lap, comfortable as it is. Not only that, but being so close he can smell her and he'd almost say it was divine. If only all humans smelled so sweet...
Shame it can't last. He would much rather have made it through their excursions around the carnival in one piece, but alas, it's not to be. He knows it from the moment the words leave his mouth, feeling her tense beneath him before she's even moved so much as a finger.
There's nothing he can do except suck in a breath as her hands wrap around his jacket and those impressively lean muscles hurl him sideways through the remainder of the tunnel, slamming into zombie after zombie as little points pop up in his head - 100, 200, 300! SCORE!
Or is it tilt? For as Yato crashes into the backstop of the rickety ride, his head spins and his ears ring with what sounds like birds chirping. No wait, that is actual birds chirping in a nearby tree. One flutters down to peck at his head, plucking a strand of hair from him before flitting away.
Oh yes, this certainly was a ride to remember. He sure won't be forgetting it in a hurry.]
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For those glorious few seconds he does indeed enjoy basking in the warmth of Hiyori's lap, comfortable as it is. Not only that, but being so close he can smell her and he'd almost say it was divine. If only all humans smelled so sweet...
Shame it can't last. He would much rather have made it through their excursions around the carnival in one piece, but alas, it's not to be. He knows it from the moment the words leave his mouth, feeling her tense beneath him before she's even moved so much as a finger.
There's nothing he can do except suck in a breath as her hands wrap around his jacket and those impressively lean muscles hurl him sideways through the remainder of the tunnel, slamming into zombie after zombie as little points pop up in his head - 100, 200, 300! SCORE!
Or is it tilt? For as Yato crashes into the backstop of the rickety ride, his head spins and his ears ring with what sounds like birds chirping. No wait, that is actual birds chirping in a nearby tree. One flutters down to peck at his head, plucking a strand of hair from him before flitting away.
Oh yes, this certainly was a ride to remember. He sure won't be forgetting it in a hurry.]
Ow.